When our son was about a year...

Harriett McMillan

When our son was about a year old, I had a very serious operation. Soon afterward I had a nervous breakdown. I knew that our child needed my care, and we had no money for a rest cure or vacation. During this time of dire extremity my thoughts were lifted to God for help. I had not attended or been interested in any church for many years, although I had been very religious as a child.

I remembered a case of books which my husband's mother had given him when he went into the Navy before we were married. The case contained the Christian Science textbooks, the Bible and "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy. We had taken the case of books around with us for many years and for many thousands of miles, since we had lived in several foreign countries before settling down permanently. During all that time these books had never been opened. I remembered that we had them stored in the loft in the garage.

When I climbed the ladder to get them down to read, I remembered hearing in my childhood the story of Jacob's dream of a ladder which reached from earth to heaven and on which the angels of God were ascending and descending. I felt that the story had much significance in my present experience.

After I began reading the textbooks, I can remember doing little else. The light of Truth banished all trace of the nervous breakdown. I was so absorbed in the beautiful revelation of Truth that I lost all sense of time; so I do not know how long it was before I realized I was free. That was about eight years ago.

Since that time I have had many wonderful healings and proofs of protection. I am grateful that I found the truth in time to use it in the raising of our son. He is now only nine, but he has told me of many instances when he has used his childlike understanding of God to help him in school. I am grateful for class instruction, through which I realized the importance of doing my own prayerful work, and this instruction beautifully prepared me to do it.

From my experience I have found that the seed of Truth which is sown may appear to lie dormant, but some day it will take root, grow, and bloom, even though we may not at first be conscious of it. The seed sown by my husband's mother did not take root for many years, and the one who nurtured it was someone unknown to his mother at the time she sowed it; however, it is blessing her son, as she intended it should, and her son's family as well.—(Mrs.) Harriett McMillan, Miami, Florida.

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